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They lurk in dark corners amidst makeshift cafes. A few were spotted skulking around the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Another lay in the sun in Public Square. Cleveland is lousy with them this week.

No, these aren’t those little monsters from Pokemon Go. These are far more insufferable.

What we’ve got here at the Republican National Convention are the last of the petulant #nevertrump holdouts.

Many have simply come to sulk, in public. Some — between hissy fits — still ruminate about last-second maneuvers to steal the nomination from Donald Trump.

One thing is for sure. They do not like mixing with the lowly Trump crowd.

One CPAC dandy recoiled at the sight of burly Trump supporters closing in. Until now, his RNC was hallowed ground, reserved for the well-heeled — for Ivy League glee club types.

Or as George Carlin once put it, “The kind of guys who always harmonize the last few notes of ‘Happy Birthday.’ ”

A mere four years ago, wealthy and connected Republican stalwarts successfully thwarted Ron Paul’s liberty delegates from crashing their party.

But those days are long gone. In today’s big-tent GOP, there are more beer-drinkers in red hats in and around the Quicken Loans Arena than if the Cleveland Cavaliers were playing.

Time to embrace it, #nevertrump sourpusses.

Time to show a little respect to the kind of people who are supporting Trump. Yes, they are NASCAR fans and no, they can’t trace their roots back to the Mayflower. But many of them carry shovels to make a living and many more carried rifles at one time or another to defend you.